Liking Super Science Friends is crazy how tf am I supposed to explain anything that happens in that show to anyone

I can't believe I got sick the day right after passover this is discrimination

[image description: the bugs bunny in a tuxedo "I wish all a very pleasant evening" meme edited to say "I wish all of my Jewish followers a very pleasant passover". Next to bugs is a photo of a small stack of matzo and the cup of Elijah. ]

"Kill them with kindness" wrong. 10 PLAGUES OF EGYPT!🩸🩸🩸🐸🐸🐸🪰🪰🪰🐅🐅🐅🐂🐂🐂🥵🥵🥵⛈️⛈️⛈️ 🦗🦗🦗 🌑🌑🌑🪦🪦🪦

Me actually rn fr fr

Tagging: @jaci-serigala @entomjinx @gompereatsall @pearlythemc @p33p33p00p00 @revlischarm and any other friend that wants to participate :33

tagged by @luthientinuvielss (thank you sm bee !! 🥺🥺🫶🏻🫶🏻) to do this picrew !!

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A Game of Cat and Mouse From The Eyes in The Walls

The residents of Doofenshmirtz Evil Inc. had a collective secret.

See, the people of the building aren’t oblivious. Cheap, sure but not oblivious. If the beams of light coming from the penthouse every day or the fact that any pre-rented suite comes with a “What To Do In The Sake Of An Explosion” guidebook weren’t enough of a clue, then the owner of the building’s cursing of a certain monotreme being a practically daily occurrence would be enough make even the most ignorant person pay attention. For the better part of five years, they’ve been an invisible hand to their top-level neighbor’s little routine of villain and spy. Sometimes just watching, other times helping the little agent catch up to the doctor. Whether those two knew it or not, the residents have joined the game of cat and mouse, playing as the walls and arrows. The kids of Doof Inc. took to The Game as baby birds took to the sky. Messily, impulsively, but earnestly. The third floor common room became the Platypus Protection Club as spring released the school’s hold of the kids into summer and the kids made a sworn vow to help him in any way possible. At first, recruitment had led to accidentally revealing the agent’s existence to non-members which only led to more trouble and a two day warzone over what the best option was for the agent. It was only until one of the local Fireside Girl who lived on the second floor had reigned everyone in and became the semi-official leader that they had found a strategy, the club ran operations to make him as invisible as possible to the surrounding buildings and media, letting only blurry photos pass. Along with adding weapons of defense should the agent need them, even with the knowledge of his extensive battle gear on hand. Soon enough the platypus agent had become the ghost that haunts the residents and The Game (and kids) had called the hands of the adults to join. And join they did. Security guards exclaimed surprise as suspiciously missing footage from the cameras became more and more common, first aid kits became as common as lamps on desks and doors were almost always unlocked (they’d rather not have to spend another collective thousand dollars on door and window repairs, thank you) in case danger came knocking and they had to answer it’s call. Family visits full of murmured grievances towards the almost rhythmic thump-thump-thumping of a fight would be brushed off as just bad pipes or the building settling from it’s weird shape. The children would snicker amongst themselves and tell their cousins of their friendly spectral visitor as teens sweetened up the story, defending their monotreme from undeserving eyes.

It wasn’t just the platypus they were protecting, however. After all, one end of The Game’s central players is their top neighbor and the building’s namesake. And yes, he may be doing these schemes for evil purposes but hey, if he were really evil they wouldn’t be living there now would they?

Anonymous monthly donations (sometimes courtesy of the Fireside Girls) sent directly for repairs of the penthouse or just to keep the place afloat became commonplace, collections of blueprint scraps were scoured for by the Platypus Protection Club and redone by one of the artists on the fifth floor in full, only coming back to the scientist via his daughter when he turns a blind eye or caught in the middle of getting dropkicked. It was their little Game and that was how they liked it. Maybe they should tell the two for which the game revolves around of their influence, maybe they should have a bigger hand in it and sway one team to success for once and for all. But for now, they’ll stay quiet about their small, collective secret. (And leave out the occasional bowl of grubs at night, you never know if he’ll get hungry.)

Tried searching for this one to rb and couldn't find a post so I'm reuploading it!!

Woe. Doomed by the narrative submas be upon ye.

Hey babes I wrote a Night at The Museum fic go read it for clear skin 😘😘

When Buzz tries to remember the protocol for waking from hypersleep, he remembers that the listed side effects include drowsiness, vertigo, and a hefty amount of pins and needles upon first waking.

What he doesn’t recall is near-blinding soreness in his back and an acute feeling of something wrong. ----

In which Demo Mode!Buzz realizes some things earlier than before, and recruits himself with a ragtag group of toys who claim to know him in their great prison escape.

HEY  DO YOU LIKE THE LEGO MOVIE?? HOW ABOUT BENNY AND HIS ORIGINAL BACKSTORY?? DO YOU LIKE COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF PACIFIC RIM REFERENCES AND META HUMOR??? OR MAYBE MUTUAL PINING AND SOME OF THE MOST TENDER ENDINGS I’VE EVER WRITTEN???  THEN BOY DO I HAVE THE FIC FOR YOU FOR THE LAST 8 MONTHS AND 17 DAYS I HAVE WORKED ALMOST NONSTOP TO CREATE THIS FIC AND WOULD LOVE NOTHING MORE THAN FOR YOU TO READ IT

According to legend in the pokeverse Groudon is responsible for creating the continents and Regigigas was the one that moved them I can't remember if a time frame was given but I kinda doubt it

GROUDON I AM HEADING TO YOUR LOCATION AT A WHOPPING 12,000 MILES AN HOUR WITH A PAPERCLIP AND 40 PAGE INTERVIEW QUESTION LIST IN HAND BRING REGIGIGAS WITH YOU OR FACE THE CONSEQUENCES

Anyone know how old the pokemon universe is

10000 posts!

The dough at the bakery I work at is pre-made (which makes sense considering it's like a grocery store bakery) but I wish I had the chance to make smth from scratch there 😭😭 lemme knead some dough there man it's the highlight of Baking

Excited about the small joys in life*

*sitting down